SINDIAN (Righteous Da Goddess) - LAND OF THE MYSTIC [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[BRIDGE: SINDIAN]
Mystique Gods
Come up on my turf get your bitches robbed
Nice with the Semi, trigger bombs
Red moon transform Godtrons 2x

[VERSE 1: SINDIAN]
Off in the third lane I move stars
Sniper in the passenger window barge
Kennedy blow brains, Maryland body more
Aiming from Va I gotta keep the score
Fuck these niggas talking bout I'm that raw
I'm the G-O-D six triple three
High on that marijuana, zoom I'm Donna
Im from where niggas pull your cards Im a slicker Carter
Va to La chete slick barber
Fuck these niggas yapping about you curtain close targets
Ain't no pardon rolling dice, slicker red carpets
Since a youngin' I was in love with the diamonds
It's a set, my building Western
Dressed in the Lo boots with the spiked toes
Triple Lo Goddess
Dressed in the Lo boots with the spike toes

[BRIDGE: SINDIAN]
Get em Sindian 3x
Mystic in the wind again
Get em Sindian 3x
Mystic in the wind again

[VERSE 2: SINDIAN]
Hit your cochlear
Time is money and your time is up
I only roll with real sisters that cock and bust
One look at estate my flow open gates
I'm always in my prime bitch I'm never late
Forming a master plan then I wake and bake
I get em Sindian, mystic in the wind again
Full frame figure I get you in the Sin
Moving these bars Killahill to Stapleton
Damn I'm fucking wicked, Coogi sweater vixen fly knitting
It ain't slipping, bust bust these bullets ripping
In the trenches
Yeah im licking ah 2x
Moving with the Mobb sickamore dutty rah
Under my umbrella bitch I whine on your yards

[BRIDGE: SINDIAN]

[HOOK: SINDIAN]

[VERSE 3: SINDIAN]
Loyalty to God, I am fucking God
Loyal tio the death of me
Pipe every breath of me
Full of that nectar seed more popping than that etasy
Open up th mac puppet strings I move em
Fly Stella ruger
Smoking on that Cuba
God on the re-up get your fucking stems cut
Sacred black roses, nicks in the garden
Poof im a magician, where the fuck is Carmen
Moving skating vapors shaking up in Harlem
Starred them slick garment
Crease on the rising
Goddess is a tyrannt
More white slicing, rising up the prices
Mountains be hiking, sniff your horizon
Stuffed with the Wiz, dome be thriving
They thought they caught a body
Nah I saty revivng
Damn near in a minute
Olive oil in the spinach
I got him hyped up
Long barrel hit guts
Threw on the cat suit
Lock box mean cut
The goddess spitting, open up get shut

[BRIDGE: SINDIAN]

[HOOK: SINDIAN]

[BRIDGE: SINDIAN]